Silver hair fluttered, crimson eyes blazing like fire.
At this moment, An Yi was cold, ruthless, and brimming with killing intent.
In his Berserk state, he never wasted time.
Although the dividends from the An family company had hit his account a few days ago, the cost of Berserk still made his heart ache!
One minute cost thirty-six million five hundred thousand!
Every time he used Berserk, An Yi felt like his heart was bleeding.
Shadow Assault!
Dark spiritual energy swirled around An Yi as he charged at the Fire Drake, his body splitting into three phantoms attacking from different directions.
In Berserk state, all attributes increased by 200%!
His spiritual energy was naturally doubled as well.
Many spiritual techniques he couldn't normally perform were now easily within his grasp.
Seeing the three phantoms charging at him, the Fire Drake grinned, revealing a hideous, ugly smile, its terrifying eyes bulging: "You think you can fool me with this? All three are fake?"
Right at that moment, it suddenly realized.
The real An Yi was behind it, feet treading on flames as he soared into the air.
A demonic sword wreathed in lightning danced in his hand.
Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords, Fourth Style: Thunderbolt!
Suddenly, lightning flashed!
An Yi's demonic sword thrust towards the back of the Fire Drake's neck!
Sneak Attack effect, 150% damage bonus!
Rip!
Blood sprayed!
Struck, the Fire Drake let out a piercing shriek, swinging its claws to attack An Yi.
An Yi executed Shadow Assault, his figure flickering as he escaped the range of the drake's claws.
No Lethal Strike triggered?
An Yi raised an eyebrow. The neck wasn't this drake's vital spot after all!
"I'll make you pay with your life!"
The Fire Drake grew even more furious, its body drenched in blood that flowed incessantly.
Clearly, the damage from that strike was still extremely significant!
Night Spear!
With a look of disdain, An Yi pressed his advantage.
In his hand, dark spiritual energy condensed, slowly forming a spear the size of a palm!
An Yi:
He paused briefly, then still shot the condensed spear forward!
As expected, even when hit, the Fire Drake remained completely unaware.
In an instant, the Fire Drake was upon him!
Wreathed in raging flames, it seemed to have transformed into fire itself. The entire magma world boiled, and pillars of flame erupted from the molten rock!
"Die!"
The Fire Drake roared!
Pillars of flame shot up from the ground without warning!
Unable to resist, An Yi was struck head-on by a pillar of fire!
"Argh!"
Gritting his teeth, An Yi let out a muffled groan.
Unsurprisingly, his skin was probably cooked; he could faintly smell roasted meat.
Thud!
A dragon claw suddenly tore through the flames and slammed An Yi into the ground!
The entire rock surface shattered!
Killing intent flashed in the Fire Drake's eyes as it glared viciously at An Yi: "Impressive. A thousand years ago, it took the deaths of tens of thousands of humans to seal me! Countless masters have died by my hand. I never thought I'd be wounded by you today!"
A trickle of blood spilled from An Yi's mouth.
The dragon claw's power was immense; many of his bones had been crushed.
Murderous intent gleaming in its eyes, the Fire Drake prepared to finish off this human brat.
Yet, a smile curled at the corner of An Yi's lips.
For some reason, seeing the human brat's smile sent a faint tremor of unease through the Fire Drake, and it immediately increased the pressure.
Suddenly!
A black longsword pierced straight through its massive dragon claw, soaring skyward.
The Dragon Fang Demonic Sword in An Yi's hand, infused with fierce energy, transformed into a blade over a hundred meters long!
"Open up!"
With a roar, An Yi gripped the longsword and swung it down with all his might!
Blood flew!
The drake's claw had three toes; one of them was cleanly severed by An Yi's sword!
Instantly!
The Fire Drake's shrill cry echoed as it released An Yi.
Clutching his sword, An Yi's body was already deformed from the powerful crushing force!
Enduring the pain, he snapped his bones back into place and staggered towards the Fire Drake.
Under the healing of his Immortal Warrior Body, his body was recovering rapidly.
By the time he charged up to the Fire Drake, his body was completely healed!
Devour!
Black light coiled around An Yi's hand as he pressed it against the Fire Drake's body.
Then, he managed to open a small wound.
An Yi's face darkened. Abandoning those spiritual techniques, he once again drew the Dragon Fang Demonic Sword.
"Brat, stop right there!"
Having lost a claw, the Fire Drake realized this youngster was not to be trifled with.
Despite its status as a Level Five demon beast, it actually couldn't do anything to this human whelp!
Trying to chew through this tough bone would only break its own teeth; it simply wasn't worth it.
"Sorry, I don't agree!"
An Yi bared his pale white teeth.
With silver hair and crimson eyes, he now looked somewhat sinister!
Executing Shadow Assault, An Yi swiftly charged at the Fire Drake. Leaping into the air, he swung his longsword once more.
"Have fun by yourself!"
The Fire Dragon's body soared, preparing to flee.
There was no need for it to fight this kid to the death.
A great big world was still waiting for it!
With its power, even if it couldn't defeat this brat, it could still retreat unscathed. If it wanted to leave, no one could stop it!
At least, that's what it thought.
Seeing An Yi chasing from behind, the Fire Drake writhed and coiled its body in mid-air.
Instantly!
A rain of fire fell from the sky, shooting towards An Yi whoosh whoosh whoosh!
An Yi assumed a drawing stance.
Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords, Third Style: Wind Chaos!
Sword energy filled the sky in a crisscrossing storm!
The rain of fire was shredded to pieces by the sword energy before it could even land.
Seeing this, the Fire Drake inwardly cried out in alarm, desperately trying to fly out of the chasm!
Night Prison!
However, at that very moment.
Black dark spiritual energy swirled around An Yi. He snapped his fingers!
The sky above the chasm suddenly darkened.
The Fire Drake tried to escape but failed. Tendrils of black energy imprisoned it.
An Yi drew his greatsword. The blade glowed with azure light as it began charging power.
"You asked for this!"
The Fire Drake roared in anger, also gathering flames in its maw.
A massive fireball coalesced within its mouth!
Dragon-Slaying Nine Swords, Sixth Style: Surging Wave!
An Yi charged forward, his greatsword sweeping out in a slash.
At the same time, the super-compressed, extremely high-temperature fireball spat by the Fire Drake also engulfed An Yi. The magma in the chasm boiled from the impact.
An unknown amount of time passed.
Cough, cough!
A coughing sound rang out.
On the ground, a human who looked like a charred black lump, still smoldering with fire, suddenly woke up.
"Damn, I'm burning up!"
Coming to his senses, An Yi quickly patted out the flames.
Under the effect of his Immortal Warrior Body, his body continuously recovered.
He looked up at the Fire Drake, severed at the waist, and let out a slight sigh of relief.
Good, this Fire Drake was finished.
Looking at his tattered body, An Yi thought if it weren't for the Immortal Warrior Body, he would have died at least twice.
Dragon Pearl obtained!
Using his Soulless Dagger, An Yi carved out a fiery red, perfectly round pearl from the Fire Drake's body.
It was scalding to the touch, like a hot water bottle.
Then, he also extracted the spirit core. After a moment's hesitation, he pulled out the drake's sinew—this was a treasure too.
Gazing at the Fire Drake's massive head, An Yi fell into thought.
This big head alone had withstood his Dragon's Descent without even a scratch on its skin.
Its bones were frighteningly hard. He should probably consider taking it. It might be useful for forging a weapon later.
"Ao Xue."
An Yi called out softly to the silver dragon within his storage space.
Lying in the storage space, Long Aoxue lifted her head slightly and said flatly, "Just some burns. I won't die."
"No, I meant, can you come out? I need to put some things in my storage space; there's no room left." An Yi asked seriously.
Long Aoxue:
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
